Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1887-06-09
CONQUERED BY love,
81" Lady Ciara We're do Vera,
VI ne you shall not win renowE;
Yeu thought to break country heart
For pssttWo, ero you went 10 town."

ineaningly, lying full length on thu
fgrsss. and gazing up into Elinol
Thfale's lovely, beguiling eyes, blut
as vlolets, end set liz as fair face a.
one could wish to sec
A little naughty flush warmed hel
smooth cheeks. Why was it this man
defied her power-held his heart sc
safely in his p0ssessie n, when o&l ers
were ready to fling themselves down
at her feet2
He belonged only tC the wealts. v
class Of farmess-proudy owned tibet
he would never be anything else but a
farmer, and spent at least nine montkC
out of every twelve on hiG farm.
But he was superb looking fellow,
long linabcd and broad Chouldered,
with DARK brown eyes, and hair and
mustache OF that svarm color neither
red, gold, nor brown, but a mix
ture Of all three.
They had met at this seaside resort,
and Mics Thralc ha6 thought TO add
him to her list of victories before che
returned TO town to give her youth and
beauty for the title OF ''my lady"
But In the couRtryman she met her
match.
Old Sir Joyce FELTON, hung aicof,
waiting patiently, sereneiy confident
OF his ultimate success.
Love in farm house, be it ever SO
handsome and well-appointed, would
not suit woman of the world, and
one who loved the gay ways OF the
world like Elinor Thrale.
To-day she sat on n rustic bench,
and Stephen lay on the grass at her
feet, looking up into her violet eyes,
and the color in her face came and
went strangely.
Sir Joyce came out, saw them out
there, and strollcd across the grass
toward them--a little, with, red, insig-
nificant looking old man, with yellow
skin, and shitly black eyes set rather
too close together.
Excuse me for breaking in upon
your pleasant little tete-a-tete, but
have a favor to ask OF you this after.
noon" he said, rubbing his hands to-
ge,her and smiling quite genially.
"A favor, Sir Joyceg" said Elinor,
opittSty EWGCtCbt
And Stephen set his teeth sharply
together, and from his brown eyes
lcared a strange, lightning flash of
jealous rage.
No, he could not stoop to be jealous
lot that old man; then what emotion
caused it?
yes, favor, Miss Thrale. l have
hnrnht mir Nfh
you and Observation-Disclosures me the
honor to take the first driven
with pleasul c.-that is, if Mr.. Bel
lair is willing TO forego the comfort of
lying any longer on the grass" l.ok-
ing laughingly down at him.
1T is my pleasure to serve you,
Miss Thrale l am at your SERVICE"
replied Stephen.
Thank you"
"And thank you," said Sir Joyce.
81 particularly desire your opinion"
And Elinor had the grace to blush.
Half an hour later they were rolling
swiftly down the road, behind two
snowy, fiery tempered bays.
Stephen kept a firm hold of the reins
until n sudden whim TO drive took pos.
session of Miss Thrale.
"tiive me the ribbons, Mr.. Bellair."
81 am afraid you cannot manage
them, Miss Thrale."
She laughed in soft scorn.
"You do not know me! Driving is
one OF MY many accomplishments"
He gave the reins reluctantly to her.
"Be careful; they are not lrustwor-
thy. Let them get the bit between
their teeth, and we may be found ly-
ing in some roadside ditch with
Half n dozen sheep stond huddled by
the roadside, harmless sight enough,
but one at which the horses chose to
take flight.
A faint cry broke from Elinor's lips,
and the fast flying trees swan dizzily
before her eyes; but she felt strong
hand take the reins from her grasp;
she heard firm, quiet voice say:
Hush! Sit still and you shall be
saved"
do not think of me, but save your
self 1t was my fault. | deserve it!'
she cried with blanched face and quiz
ering lips,
And lie turned, and brown eyes and
violet eyes met in a long look, and into
his came such passion, such tender
ness, such love! Then even in the
face of death she felt thrill of triumph
culver through her. She had con-
luered.
And what would life be worth to
me without your" in deep tones,
shaken with fierce emotion. He leaned
toward her with eloquently- entreating
eyes.
MAY l, just once, tor my loves
sakeY 1t may be death before US"
And over her face spread crimson
glow, but her proud lips were raised
to meet his, and then she burst into
tears.
"Oh, Stephen, forgive me-"
1t was not death, though it came
near to it, and the bays were reeking
with sweat and trembling in every
limb when they were at last stopped
by party of farm hands who were re
turning from work. If you think
those two young people returned en-
gagged, and with the wedding day set,
you are mistaken.
There were no further words from
Stephen then. His face wore more
preoccupied look, and when they ar
rived at the hotel he allowed her to
go, only asking the favor of brief in
lerview some time during the evening.
Later on she came down. dressed in
delicate creamy lace, bunch of
cream white roses on her breast. Not
a touch of color about her, If we except
her sun gold hair, her violet eyes, and
the warm hue of her velvet-soft lips
Stephen Bellair saw her as she came